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That rugged and withered wooden door…it stood in front of me as it greeted my somber mask… A mask, my soul wore with pride.

My hand reached out for the door knob and rested at it for a while.

I stared at my hand….with eyes hollow enough to engulf the world around me.

Paying my due respects to the time I wasted for this inane ritual, I tightened my grip and opened the door…. closing my eyes, for…I expected to meet a sharp and piercing glare.

But… Rather…I was welcomed by ostracizing darkness.

I stepped inside the room, unknown to the world that lay ahead.

My fear would have paid the merchants well… The room lit up, as bright as a jovial day… as soon as I stepped in.

I was in the middle of a sea of books… both, bulky and thin.

Yes… It was a library… except, this one wasn’t preaching me some modern science. They called it, “The library of life”.

A book called me out. It was the frailest of them all… Its cover was as dark as nothing.

I pulled it out. The cover refused to share an essence to the wisdom ahead, hence… tempting me to dive into the book.

I followed suit, out of grave curiosity.

A cruel flash of light fell on my eyes, forcing me to turn my face away.

The mystic gleam, soon, faded away… and, I… I dared to look at the only page.

It was, but, a mirror.

Engraved at the top, was a sentence that must always echo in my head…

“For once, you may challenge the facts, but the wise don’t question ordeal.”

That was the greatest book of them all.

It compelled me to read myself.

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46 Comments on “That book…”

  6. words like ‘books’, ‘ liberary’, ‘pages’..make my heart go flutter like a butterfly 😍🙈🤓….this is beautiful🤗

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  8. I said words like ‘book’ ‘liberay’ ‘pages’..make my heart go flutter like a butterfly😍🤓….this is really beautiful🤗

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  10. “with eyes hollow enough to engulf the world around me.” Ouch.

    I don’t think that book will gain a lot of readers, considering what’s up with society. Gripping story line!

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    • I agree! As a society, we have never been welcoming to the idea of introspection and taking responsibility of our deeds. Our way of functioning always revolves around the torturous “blame game”.
      I am so glad that the plot could invoke your interest and that the message came across as intended.😊
      Thanks for the lovely comment Nour. Always a pleasure to have you here 🤗. Have a great day ahead 😊💕

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  11. You really have a way to keep us mesmerized until the very end and the until the big reveal! The library of life and the book is about yourself 👌
    powerful dear Gauri! This book that we refuse to open and read! “For once you may challenge the facts but the wise don’t question or deal” what a cover!
    And loved the description you provided as usually from the very beginning until the end 👍👍💕

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    • Awww! Thank you so much for such sweet words huguette!🤗🤗
      I am so glad that you like the content! Very true! We all need to take our lessons from the book and look within ourselves!😊
      Thank you so much once again, for the read and interaction! Means a lot 🤗💕
      Have a lovely day ahead!💕

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  15. Thanks for ones marvelous posting! I seriously enjoyed reading it, you are a great author.I will be sure to bookmark your blog and will often come back at some point. I want to encourage continue your great writing, have a nice afternoon!

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Our history has known cages;⁣ Of all kinds and characters.⁣ The one with bars of gold⁣ And the others with floors of grave dirt.⁣ The ones which held the innocent⁣ And the others which freed the ghouls.⁣ ⁣ But not very often,⁣ When you walk through the pages⁣ Of your own history,⁣ You land up⁣ Imprisoned.⁣ ⁣ Imprisoned behind the walls of⁣ Some doomed silvered glasses.⁣ Imprisoned to a cage of mirrors.⁣ Imprisoned to yourself.⁣ ⁣ Up until this moment,⁣ The clock hands never echoed louder.⁣ Up until this moment,⁣ The questions never sent shivers down your spine.⁣ ⁣ The clock now,⁣ Is running on a timeless retreat.⁣ The questions now,⁣ Come for YOU,⁣ From yourself.⁣ ⁣ Who are you?⁣ Why are you?⁣ Where are you?⁣ ⁣ You run to the mirrors,⁣ Banging at each one of them,⁣ Hoping to⁣ Either knock the glass out⁣ Or make your hand bleed the answers.⁣ ⁣ None happens.⁣ Nothing shatters.⁣ Nothing bleeds.⁣ All fall silent.⁣ ⁣ Then,⁣ You begin⁣ To hear⁣ Clearer than ever.⁣ ⁣ You begin to hear your soul hum,⁣ As faint as a whisper,⁣ But as clear as a woman weeping⁣ On a dark moonless night.⁣ ⁣ Your soul hums to you,⁣ How⁣ You⁣ Are a handful of Earth;⁣ Fertile, magical,⁣ Yet forgotten.⁣ ⁣ You⁣ Are a waterfall;⁣ You fall down ⁣ The damp rotten roof⁣ Of an old cave⁣ Standing right in the middle of an enchanted forest.⁣ ⁣ You⁣ Are a gentle breeze,⁣ Flowing through an Orphan's hair⁣ On nights when he misses having a Mother.⁣ ⁣ You⁣ Are a ball of fire⁣ Burning inside an old lantern⁣ Lighting up someone's dark world.⁣ ⁣ You ⁣ Are the limit of the skies;⁣ Unknown!⁣ ⁣ You are a poem⁣ With all the five elements⁣ Entwined in your heart.⁣ ⁣ So,⁣ When next time⁣ The world asks you⁣ To introduce yourself⁣ Tell them;⁣ "I am life"⁣ ⁣
Often, in life, you spend your lazy Sunday afternoons staring at the ceiling and missing… Someone. Something. Everything.⁣ These are the times when you can't help but fall down an abyss of old and dusted picture albums. The pages turn so fast that this show seems like an unending retro movie titled, "All the times you failed to live a smile".⁣ ⁣ Scenes are hazy, you can't remember those faces anymore, and the dialogues sound like a violin instrumental being played on a grotesque gramophone.⁣ What's not strange though, is the fact that you get to waltz down an alley of broken photo frames every time the violin begins to play.⁣ ⁣ And, why is that not strange?⁣ Because that's your home.⁣ Because, out of every and any name given to a home, 'strange' has never been one.⁣ ⁣ That alley, oh dear… that's your home. You moved out of your dreamy castle a few years ago. ⁣ There, the linens used to rub against your skin; they used to peel it off like a coarse sandpaper, and you have never liked to keep your bones naked.⁣ ⁣ There, you felt alone.⁣ As alone as a smiling corpse lying in its coffin, deep under the Earth, waiting for death gods to take it away.⁣ You felt alone, and anxious… without the gloom.⁣ ⁣ So, you ran down the stairs and moved into this alley.⁣ Here, the ceilings weep,⁣ and you wander around in a drenched silk gown;⁣ But, you are at peace,⁣ and never alone.⁣ ⁣ But… Is that the way to be? ⁣
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